 Hearth to Hearth
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One is manhood true and good; One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight.
Now gather round the fire, my friend,
Warm yourself, a poem I shall extend. ~
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
The little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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I be having a slight problem with Rascal.
Did you see what he wrote? Uff da!
(touch the desk to find out)
Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Shy has received her very own shield from SheriBerry!
Wolfie's Joint